She didn't flinch when I cupped her right breast or kissed her neck and she only hesitated a fraction when I told her to run her left hand down my bod... and rub the hard lump in my trousers. The song ended and we went back to the table.I spent the next two hours playing little mind games and feeling Sarah up on the dance floor and having her stroke my hard on through my pants. I would have liked to make things last a little longer, but she was married and did have to get home. The 'working late'. Allowing him to do it without a condom and to cum in me every time. In fact, I was so much under his spell that I repeatedly told him to cum in me. When I returned to the city I met up with him several times at a “no tell” motel to continue our passionate sex encounters. It was exciting and thrilling to be fucked clandestinely, illicit fucking feels the best. My pussy wanted more of his prick.The part I never told my husband was about photos sessions at the “no tell” motel. I really didn’t want. "I didn't think you'd do it," I sucked the saliva from her tongue, "But you loved it didn't you? You loved showing your lovely, hard nipples to everyone.”She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and pulled my head down to her breasts, as I sucked a nipple lovingly. She admitted that she had really enjoyed it, I ran a hand down onto the back of her skirt and felt the large wet spot there."You didn't just enjoy it, mum," I said as I went for the other nipple, "You fucking loved it didn't. Nothing ventured, nothing gained... "Doctor Kelly, Julie and I have been looking at the Taubett data from Baltimore, the scans of infected women. But Julie says that the data must have come from the machine in this hospital, and we've seen images showing clear evidence of live worm infections."We believe that you must have infected women here. What are black thread-worms doing in Australia? I have to say, it sounds highly dangerous, and it's probably a criminal offence, right? What's going on.